Diana had not yet had time to process the things happening to her here, despite all her intelligence and that processing speed she was always thinking about. Her arrival here had been a quiet one, shrouded in darkness because the power had been out, and since then, it had been endless new faces. She did know John Constantine, but one face in a sea of strangers was not particularly comforting, despite his best efforts. John had had more information about this place, which reminded her that there were things she needed to share with Thor, to include him in.
“Of course,” she answered in turn, as though a hug was some great gift. And besides, it had benefitted her as well. Say whatever else you might about the God of Thunder, but he gave great hugs. He was warm, and solid, and strong, and- What had she been thinking about? Right. The patrol, and Natasha, and all that. “We can hope, but I fear the sun will rise and we’ll still be here, haunted and very tired.”
She breathed a giggle of her own, unable to take things too seriously under such whacky circumstances, and passed out the front door and into the night air. Following that, she turned to the trees as the driveway gravel crunched under her sandals. It was a nice night for a walk, almost as though the entities that ran this place had known they would need it. Steve’s ghost ran with her Aunt Antiope through the far tree line, looking to be playing some sort of hidey seekie game, and Diana sighed. As if Steve Trevor could have caught Antiope of Themyscira, even in a one-legged hop race.
“Two. There are two, as it turns out. I did not expect my Aunt Antiope.” Diana shook her head to clear it, and very deliberately turned away from them, looking up at Thor’s face and determined not to look away, even as her face heated up. “I had meant to tell you, by the way. A woman here, Natasha, has set up a sort of patrol and general safety council. It appears they are as interested in safety and solving this mystery as we are, and I am to point you in her direction if you’d like to take part. I already signed up, and I think Kal as well.”
Because of course, Superman would’ve run right to the nearest patrol group to help out. Oh, Diana might never get tired of that name, though it wasn’t as if Wonder Woman was somehow less funny. She and Kal had had quite the giggle fit over their assigned superhero names, neither of them chosen and both of them ludicrous, to them. She wondered if Thor had a secret name, and somehow doubted it. After all, Zeus had not gone by another name. They hadn’t called him Lightning Lord or some fool thing when he rode forth to battle.
And Thor was the closest she’d ever seen to the King of the Gods. He had stood against her better even than her own half-brother, the God of War. In play, at least.